January 2nd WitFit
Penname: calin-durus
Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative
Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M to be safe. Also, this might seem disjointed and that is intentional. This particular Alice has a bit of a back story I can't explain cause it's story spoilers. A special thanks to Kim for being my grammar nazi :) Anyway, I hope you enjoy and as always these are just for exercise and/or fun :)
Disclaimer: All copyrights, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without their express written authorization.
Prompt: Word Prompt - Roots
I pulled the delicate budding bush from its canister, careful not to harm its roots as I placed it into the freshly upturned soil in front of me.
Mother always said that the roots of any creature or plant were vital to its growth. It helps the living thing to grow. All that it absorbs through them, makes it either good or bad.
That is why I can not be the pet he wants me to be. For my roots were planted in a proper form. The form of a proper lady of standing.
I had already done so much with him, as it were, that would disgrace the very foundation my mother and father worked so hard to enrich and instill into me. But how could I deny him the one thing he needs to survive after he rescued me?
I patted and smoothed the earth around the rosebush, taking care of the tiny thorns that were forming. The last thing I needed was to spill blood. That would make him unhappy, seeing as he is hiding under the shade of the willow tree and watching me.
I looked up over at said tree and saw his red eyes watching me. I learned very early on that, even in the distance, he could still make out my every movement as if he was beside me.
I tilted my head to the side, wondering what he was thinking as he watched me. Did he find me insane for caring to her grave like this? For caring that, the very woman who institutionalized me, had a beautiful resting place?
True, my mother was convinced that I was possessed by Lucifer himself. Yes, she had begged and pleaded with my father, time and time again, that since the church could not save me, that perhaps medicine can.
I lifted my hand to trace the inscription on my mother's name.
Beloved wife and mother; let God welcome you with open arms and keep your heart whole, until we meet again.
Even though, to them, I died years ago, the proof of which lies in the ground besides me, she still loved me. She did not know that I would be treated in such a way in the asylum, nor did she know that by sending me there, she saved me.
"We should get going, pet," a deep voice said softly from behind me.
"Yes, of course," I agreed as I stood and wiped my hands on the kitchen towel I had brought along. "It should start to rain soon and I imagine you are feeling parched." I turned to face him. We had picked today to come because he would look less suspicious in his floor length coat and traveling hat. To the human eye, he looked like a business man, shielding himself from the elements.
But to me, he was a vampire hiding his true nature.
His lip upturned slightly, "Are you offering, Miss. Alice?" His southern roots showing in his voice even as he humored me.
I slipped my hand around his arm, resting it on his forearm as we began to walk to the waiting car. "You know your answers already, Jasper." I responded, looking up at him.
I watched as he clenched his jaw. "Of course."
Perhaps one day I can give him everything he desires from me. He already had my blood and my heart, but I couldn't give him my body.
I was, after all, a proper lady from Mississippi. And to bed a man whom is not my husband, is an act of the devil.
"What's so humorous?" Jasper asked as he held the door open for me.
"To bed you would be the act of the devil," I explained to him as I got inside the car. I could see the amusement in his eyes as he pushed the door closed.
"And that is humorous?"
I smiled widely and placed my hand on his cool face. "Because you are the devil himself, Mr. Whitlock."
He smiled and growled as if to prove my point, before he moved to get behind the wheel of the car.
"Then I see no problem," he challenged.
Perhaps he is right. If it is an act of the devil and he is the devil, where is the fault in it?
"Soon," I said aloud, answering us both.
Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative
Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): M to be safe. Also, this might seem disjointed and that is intentional. This particular Alice has a bit of a back story I can't explain cause it's story spoilers. A special thanks to Kim for being my grammar nazi :) Anyway, I hope you enjoy and as always these are just for exercise and/or fun :)
Disclaimer: All copyrights, trademarked items, or recognizable characters, plots, etc. mentioned herein belong to their respective owners. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without their express written authorization.
Prompt: Word Prompt - Roots
I pulled the delicate budding bush from its canister, careful not to harm its roots as I placed it into the freshly upturned soil in front of me.
Mother always said that the roots of any creature or plant were vital to its growth. It helps the living thing to grow. All that it absorbs through them, makes it either good or bad.
That is why I can not be the pet he wants me to be. For my roots were planted in a proper form. The form of a proper lady of standing.
I had already done so much with him, as it were, that would disgrace the very foundation my mother and father worked so hard to enrich and instill into me. But how could I deny him the one thing he needs to survive after he rescued me?
I patted and smoothed the earth around the rosebush, taking care of the tiny thorns that were forming. The last thing I needed was to spill blood. That would make him unhappy, seeing as he is hiding under the shade of the willow tree and watching me.
I looked up over at said tree and saw his red eyes watching me. I learned very early on that, even in the distance, he could still make out my every movement as if he was beside me.
I tilted my head to the side, wondering what he was thinking as he watched me. Did he find me insane for caring to her grave like this? For caring that, the very woman who institutionalized me, had a beautiful resting place?
True, my mother was convinced that I was possessed by Lucifer himself. Yes, she had begged and pleaded with my father, time and time again, that since the church could not save me, that perhaps medicine can.
I lifted my hand to trace the inscription on my mother's name.
Beloved wife and mother; let God welcome you with open arms and keep your heart whole, until we meet again.
Even though, to them, I died years ago, the proof of which lies in the ground besides me, she still loved me. She did not know that I would be treated in such a way in the asylum, nor did she know that by sending me there, she saved me.
"We should get going, pet," a deep voice said softly from behind me.
"Yes, of course," I agreed as I stood and wiped my hands on the kitchen towel I had brought along. "It should start to rain soon and I imagine you are feeling parched." I turned to face him. We had picked today to come because he would look less suspicious in his floor length coat and traveling hat. To the human eye, he looked like a business man, shielding himself from the elements.
But to me, he was a vampire hiding his true nature.
His lip upturned slightly, "Are you offering, Miss. Alice?" His southern roots showing in his voice even as he humored me.
I slipped my hand around his arm, resting it on his forearm as we began to walk to the waiting car. "You know your answers already, Jasper." I responded, looking up at him.
I watched as he clenched his jaw. "Of course."
Perhaps one day I can give him everything he desires from me. He already had my blood and my heart, but I couldn't give him my body.
I was, after all, a proper lady from Mississippi. And to bed a man whom is not my husband, is an act of the devil.
"What's so humorous?" Jasper asked as he held the door open for me.
"To bed you would be the act of the devil," I explained to him as I got inside the car. I could see the amusement in his eyes as he pushed the door closed.
"And that is humorous?"
I smiled widely and placed my hand on his cool face. "Because you are the devil himself, Mr. Whitlock."
He smiled and growled as if to prove my point, before he moved to get behind the wheel of the car.
"Then I see no problem," he challenged.
Perhaps he is right. If it is an act of the devil and he is the devil, where is the fault in it?
"Soon," I said aloud, answering us both.